We're hanging out here at my place yesterday. Since I am a former smoker, I have lighters all over the place. My son decided he wanted to show me this really cool trick, but that it would take tearing up one of my lighters. Oh fine.. just leave me a couple (just in case ya know). So he rips apart this lighter and gets the flint out of it, sticks it into this tiny spring thingie that I guess came out of the destroyed lighter, and drags me outdoors. He uses another lighter to heat up the flint to glowing red, then throws it down on the ground.
IT FREAKING EXPLODED. It scared the everloving shit out of me! Sparks flew everywhere!
I had no idea. My son is a genius.
On a side note, I realized this morning that you guys know more about my life than anyone who is truly in my presence (with the exception of the WRS, who knows more than he'd actually like, I'm sure). I'm not sure if that is a disturbing or a comforting thought. I'll get back to you on that one. ;-)